My camera sits idly waiting for something of color to emerge from the blanket of sludge. This is all I can capture.
The sweet birds that live through the winter in these trees won't even come out to sing.
One of the pine trees in the back yard looks like it has a heavy coat of fresh snow... not snow, just the dreaded heavy frost.
And then there's Izzy... wondering where her daily walks in the fresh air have gone. It's enough to make man and canine crazy...